Sunday, April 02, 2006

Take Courage, Take Courage 

In my wallet there’s a piece of paper which reads:
Abba - Winner Takes It All, You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling, Simon + Garf - Mrs Robinson, Dr Hook Sylvia’s Mother, Tiffany - I Think We’re Alone Now, Knowing Me Knowing You, REM Imitation of Life, Losing My Religion, Prefab Sprout King Of Rock’n’Roll, GC - Wichita Lineman, ELO Mr Blue Sky, Hey Jude, RW - Angels, Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule, Outkast Hey Ya! Walk Away Renee.

I’m not sure about the Tears For Fears but the rest should be pretty easy. They’re requests for me to learn and sing for our next holiday adventure. Oh yes, and Slade’s Far Far Away.
It was good seeing everybody in the pub on Friday night. Charlie and Fairly Famous Actor were on good form, Juggling Protégé put in a late appearance, and Canoeing Instructor had to be restrained from twanging some bloke’s braces , on the basis that he didn’t seem the type to see the funny side and was being neither arch nor retro. He didn’t even have a phone the size of a house brick.

Leanne was there too and later on was joined by her best friend B - her baby is a Boddingtons baby, which is a very good thing, if I heard her correctly - and we also met Leanne’s girlfriend Tina for the first time.
I’m probably reading it all wrong, but my guess is that it must have been a bit scary for Tina having to meet so many new people all at once like that. It was a big crowd and two of Leanne’s exes - who are both absolutely lovely, of course - were amongst them. Is it just me, or is that nerve wracking?
And likewise, it was probably quite a ‘gather up your courage’ moment for Leanne too. Either way, I’m mega-dead-pleased for Leanne and wish nothing but really good things for both of them.

Saturday was drizzly and grey. Me and Girlfriend got in the car and headed off in a ‘let’s see where we end up’ kind of way. We were in the mood for sitting in a steamed up car, reading our books - or in my case, colouring it in - and staring out to sea somewhere suitably damp and atmospheric. A Cornish cliff top would have been my ideal. Maybe with a bit of cuddling thrown in, or light petting even.
Instead, we fetched up in Grange-over-Sands and by the time we got there it was sunny, which kind of put the kibosh on things, but that’s the British climate for you.
We had coffee and cake in a café that had fancy reviews from the national press on the walls but didn’t seem owt special to us, then we moved on to our favourite adult shop in Windermere to look at saucepans and spatulas. We came out with a cheese grater.

Today we bought seeds: sweet peas, sunflowers, nasturtiums and some spiky things that I can’t remember the name of. Of course it’s been too wet to go out and sew them, so we sat by the fire and watched Six Feet Under instead.

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